dancerjo

I can not tell you very many details... Sunday 8/30 my little car was absolutely crunched... totaled, no more, unrecognizable... its nasty... and I cant not remember all of sunday, the closes i can get is saturday night dinner with the family, as an update on me, my right arm looks shotgun blasted (done by passenger side window) both boobs are colored, one is dark red, and the other all sorts of colors (from seatbelt) i have roughly six or seven staples in my head (idk what from exactly) and i got to spend a long time in the hospital... oh and i can forget that the rest of my body is funny colors from the different severity of bruises everywh

I am a shadow, go on about your business and dont notice me, it is ok because i am just a lonely hidden shadow. I stand perfectly in view yet you never notice me, and when you do on those very rare occasions you just use and abuse me. Though I must admit, those rare times are my complete favorite, I love to be used and abused, at least at these times I am not the hidden lonely shadow: I am the beaten slave. I love it. More and more I am becoming the hidden shadow who is hardly ever noticed. By the way I dont mean to hurt you but did you happen to see that pile of ashes you stepped on as you were walking blindly down the road? That was my litt

"i must thank mainly one person" this person(s) helped in so many ways... I owe many things to them but sadly i found i could not give what they deserved... Worse yet was in one of their times of need i abandoned them in a harst time of need for stupid selfish reasons... the look in their eyes as they questioned me leaves me so utterly pissed at myself... I did it all stupidly because they deserved someone less stupid, less of a bitch, idiot, less of every word in the book of evil, someone stronger, a full someone... not the shell i learned i am... "i am not strong enough alone, i need help which i cant ask for nor receive for an overwhelmin